The next day, the morning sun shines beautifully in the mountains and forests.

After Ye Qingcheng and Fu Shan cleaned up, they walked out of the broken temple. Fu Shan stretched his muscles in the sun, while Ye Qingcheng picked a dew-stained leaf, sprinkled a little salt on it, cleaned his mouth, and then wiped his face with the wet leaves. When he turned his face, he saw Fu Shan turning his head to look at the ruined temple, lying in a "big" character and sleeping Wei Chiyan.

"Or, we trick him away?" Ye Qingcheng said.

Although Fu Shan wanted to, he shook his head and said: "It's not proper, he is the Holy Son of the Awakening Lion Country, and his status is too noble, unless he wants to go himself, if we use deception to deceive him, we may offend the people of the Awakening Lion Country." ”

"Just leave him here?" Ye Qingcheng then asked.

"He can run thousands of miles on his own, so he clearly says that there are some means of survival, and we don't have to worry about this. Fushan said, "Let's go." ”

A bearded middle-aged man, a vigorous teenager, an old donkey with drooping eyelids, a strong bear with a black knife on his back, and a short-tailed kitten formed a mixed procession, and continued to march east amid the chirping of birds.

Along the way, Fu Shan introduced Ye Qingcheng to the situation of their destination.

Born in a barren forest tribe, the old man became the youngest leader of his tribe because of his outstanding talent. Later, unwilling to stay in a forest and a semi-primitive tribe, he left his land and traveled the world. When he was forty years old, he obtained the beast taming coat of arms in Zhenxi Kingdom, which is the hometown of Fushan, and became an apprentice in the Zhenxi Imperial Beast Palace. Twenty years later, the old man became the deputy head of the Zhenxi Imperial Beast Palace, and accepted many disciples, and Fushan was his most important apprentice. Even the name that Fushan uses now is given by him. Fushiyama had great respect for him. After serving as the deputy head for ten years, the old head of the Zhenxi Imperial Beast Hall died of immortality, and the two deputy heads began to compete. However, the senior brother who fell from the mountain was also another deputy head, but for the position of the head, he tried his best to conspire. Seeing that his senior brother, who had always been upright, had become unscrupulous, the old man broke his sword on the day of the duel between the deputy head and left the Zhenxi Imperial Beast Hall with the beast.

Later, the old man who traveled all over the world served as an elder for several years in the Imperial Beast Hall of Hengyang Kingdom, and then transferred to the Library Pavilion and became a Guan Pavilion (administrator of ancient books). When he was close to 100 years old, he suddenly had the idea of building a new palace, so he resigned from the position of the pavilion, and through the relationship with the elder name of the Imperial Beast Palace, he found a spiritual mountain in the territory of Hengyang Kingdom, and then established the palace in a hurry, and began to recruit talents, Fushan was the first disciple he thought of. Ye Qingcheng was the first good seedling that Fu Shan thought of.

"Master, he is an old man, his 100th birthday has passed, but he still has the ambition of spring in dead wood. Under the gradually drying sun, a trace appeared on Fu Shan's face, and he walked on a secluded path with Ye Qingcheng, and said: "He is deeply influenced by the Cloud Beast King, always with curiosity, and very optimistic, even if it is a sad division split, he laughs three times in front of him, and then breaks his sword and waves his sleeves and leaves. ”

Just listening, Ye Qingcheng had reverence for this old man.

"Although the Hengyang Kingdom is very large, now, he is also one of the Thirteen Martial Emperors of the Hengyang Kingdom. Fu Shan smiled: "In the animal trainer, he is known as the 'old man who falls from the mountain'. ”

The elderly, in general, have a sense of respect.

"Thirteen Emperors!" Ye Qingcheng was frightened again. Take the thirteen small countries of Luofeng as an example, in total, there are no five Martial Emperors, and one Hengyang Kingdom actually has thirteen Martial Emperors?!

"Not only that, but there are also two Martial Emperors in Hengyang Kingdom. Fushiyama said with a sigh.

Above Emperor Wu, there are heroes, this level of powerhouses, Ye Qingcheng has never seen them, and he doesn't dare to imagine how powerful they are.

After calming down his mind a little, Ye Qingcheng continued: "What kind of mountain is Spirit Mountain?

"How is it possible!" Fu Shan said with a smile: "The spiritual vein is the lifeblood of an empire, how can it be given away casually?" Lingshan refers to a mountain with strong spiritual energy, which is very suitable for growing spiritual grass and strange flowers, this kind of mountain is very rare, and it is generally used to establish a martial arts palace, because there is spiritual grass, which is convenient for alchemy, and it is easier to cultivate apprentices with good talents. The mountain occupied by the teacher, called Buzhou Mountain, is one of the seven spiritual mountains of Hengyang Kingdom. ”

"There are only seven?" Ye Qingcheng asked puzzledly, "Then how can Hengyang Kingdom be willing to give it to the old man who has fallen off the mountain?"

"I don't know the specifics. Fu Shan was also very curious, and said: "Of the Seven Great Spirit Mountains of Hengyang, only that one mountain has not established a martial arts academy, perhaps because the teacher is more clever, and he got it from those in charge." ”

"Now, how is it built there?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"The teacher's letter said that a temple had been built. Fushan said: "It is estimated that when we go, it should also begin to take shape." ”

............

Twenty days later.

Ye Qingcheng and his entourage arrived at the border of Hengyang Country and entered a vast grassland. The reason why they didn't choose to fly the beast and didn't speed up was because they didn't want to be affected by Lihuo (more importantly, Fushan didn't want to carry his alliance beast on his back), and secondly, because they were okay if they went early, after all, Buzhou Mountain was still building a palace with earth and stones.

Along the way, it's time to play.

On the western border of Hengyang Kingdom, a long and narrow grassland called the West Wind Grassland separates Hengyang Country from seven or eight small countries in the west. It is the only grassland in Hengyang country, and there are more than a dozen large and small cities on it.

After a long journey, it was late spring and early summer. There were more and more clouds on the sky, and Lei Deng was not a general, delaying Ye Qingcheng and his party on a certain distance. Ye Qingcheng didn't want to march in the thunderstorm, for fear that Ying Long's remnants would take the opportunity to come out and cause trouble.

On this day, a layer of black and oppressive clouds, majestic rising in the east of the grassland, the air whistling with a strong wind carrying moisture, Ye Qingcheng looked at the east, a small city with its unsightly appearance, it was quietly entrenched in the reckless grass, an ancient stone road, straight to there.

"Let's hurry up. Ye Qingcheng's heart couldn't help throbbing in the faint thunder in the east, and he said a little anxiously.

"Hmm. Fu Shan also knew Ye Qingcheng's situation, nodded and said, "Fly over." ”

However, at this moment, a faint fragrance mixed with the strong wind drifted from the southwest.

Ye Qingcheng and Fu Shan couldn't help but turn their faces curiously: a magical horse appeared in the southwest, a snow-white horse, with a black right angle on its forehead, spreading a pair of beautiful wings, pulling a strangely shaped and exquisite carriage, which was galloping on the sky.

"Fourth-Order Holy Beast-One-Horned Spirit Horse?!" Fu Shan looked up at the carriage in shock, his eyes shining with excitement.

On the back of the one-horned spirit horse, there is also a handsome man. He was a little different from ordinary men, with a pair of dark eyes, a very handsome appearance, short blue hair, pointed ears, and a slender sword on his back.

The aroma wafting in the wind came from the carriage.

On the ground, Fu Shan arched his hand, looked up at the carriage galloping from the sky, and said loudly: "Dare to ask, is it a distinguished guest from the Dark Moon Forest?"

The galloping carriage stopped on the sky, and the sharp-eared man with a proud expression looked down at Fushan, nodded, and did not say anything.

"Is it to send the elf beauties and come to inherit the incense?" Fushan asked again.

"Not bad. The man nodded and said, "Tonight, Elf Tavern, if you are interested, bring a hundred gold coins." ”

As he spoke, the elf man glanced at Xiao Bian, and then drove the carriage into the air and ran to the small city in the distance.

"Great!" Looking up at the carriage that was gradually galloping away, Fu Shan smiled excitedly: "I didn't expect to be hit by us at the annual Spring Festival moment, haha, let's go!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Qingcheng was confused.

"Come into town and pack up. Fu Shan was so excited that he could hardly help himself, he took Ye Qingcheng's arm and said, "I'll take you to meet tonight, the most beautiful woman in the world!"